The door was opened and they looked out.

She was very surprised and he looked very worried.

Who was it, who was looking through that door?

Who had seen them, did they know?

No, no one could know what they did tonight.

So they went quickly to find out more.

Silently they crept to that back door, their shovels in hand.

But no one was there.

They sneaked through the house to see if anyone had been there.

Check the windows, the doors, the rooms.

Nothing, the doors were locked, the windows closed, and the rooms empty.

So how had the door opened? 

they go back to the door and looked around.

There, what is that hidden by the frame?

She slowly picked up the object and finally, it all made sense.

That stupid cat had nearly given them a heart attack.

Love, Je t’aime , Te amo

across time, station, and society we crave,

and yet many also fear.

With the spread of this inked bouquet,

we learn a new facet of our determined match.

Though keep in mind with each addition,

meanings change, as the message evolves.

This concept of love,

some hold to the skepticism of science, that their path is their own. that the phenomenon is an arbitrary depiction linked to a series of pheromones and signals in the brain,

others believe it to be the ultimate fantasy, their purpose of life, a divine connection predetermined to kink them to their fated pair.

the decision is yours, to cherish or deny,

but hold true to these beliefs as time stops for none,

and what you chose will be your fate.

We called ourselves wise

But are we really

We look at the world and all its splendor

And most can only think of what it could do for you

The forest, the ocean, the mountains, and the deserts.

Places of life and beauty, yet we only see what is convenient.

All we do is take and claim what we think is valuable,

If we even notice.

Technology is the ‘greatest ’ invention

The controllers of our attention

Always on your phone, tablet, or computer.

Take a photo, tweet your amazement,

Look at me look at what I am doing.

See where I am.

But are you really there

Are you really experiencing Life’s wonder?

Are you seeing nature for its truth 

and not what you have decided it is

Do you understand the balance do you see the toll

We are thought the ‘top’ of the food chain.

But by whose authority?

Homo sapiens,

You have so much to learn.

The grass was greener,

You ever hear the saying,

"The grass is always greener on the other side,"

Often people say it to mean that as

people wanting something that which they don't possess.

But, has anyone ever thought,

Of how it's possible to have the greener pasture.

How the greener lawn only appears greener due to you neighbors work.

The time and effort they put into their Pasteur.

That if people put the effort in and try how their life could improve.

But, often people don't realize such things till it's too late.

They go for the greener pasture, the easy way.

Then later down the line unless they realize their folly,

They will simply continue to move on towards those greener pastures.

Cinderella, Cinderella, constantly a working won't you stop to listen.

O' listen to my tune.

For though I am a mouse that lives inside your house,

I have something big to tell to you.

If you would only listen then you would shortly learn, 

That inside these walls your future waits for you.

For you see Cinderella your father was not a fool, 

And he entrusted me with quite a job to do.

So listen Cinderella, just listen to me please,

Inside my home there waits for you a very pleasing gift. 

The will the will your father left you see.

 He made two copies one for his so darling wife and one of them to me.

He left it all to you my dear to do with what you choose,

Upon your sixteenth birthday it all was to be given to you,

But your step-mother O' that retch has hidden this so well.

And while she receives a stipend of your father's wealth,

She can not get her hands on the rest of the goods you see.

For your father was a sly one and gave it all to me,

To hide and wait for you my dear.

I have hidden them somewhere only I can find,

And I have waited all these years to tell you where to go.

For you are now sixteen and away from them you may flee.

So listen dear girl for your freedom is in reach,

Just listen for a moment I'm sure I could convince you to see the will is here,

And I know where the rest is,

You could leave this life behind and find your happiness.

No longer would you be a servant in your own house O' miss.

Listen Cinderella I can set you free, 

But you must listen carefully and follow my instructions.

Your step-mother is the problem dear for she is such a witch,

I fear that if I were to tell she would see you gone,

For she has been looking O' so long for this treasure trove.

And has kept you all these years to find the riches your father left.

So listen to my plan and listen well darling girl,

You must first take your father's will and show it to his steward.

Have him help you and if this won't suffice go to the king and show them.

Take me with you dear girl and I shall bring with me 

The will, the crest, and a letter your father left with me.

The king should help my dear girl but if he still does nothing then you and me shall flee. To my cottage we shall go.

And then we shall plan for what would you like to do,

I shall teach you and Show you how you can survive. 

Then, I will  bring to you some of your father's gold,

And we shall make for you a most inviting home.

So please dear girl come visit me soon and let me help you, 

For I can not be seen by your sisters our step-mom.

So hurry Cinderella O' hurry and come speak to me,

For I will help you reach your destiny.

Beware the forest protector,

Though majestic he may seem,

With his beautiful coat, sparkling antlers and proud stance,

All things have a darkness inside.

Though he may seem gentle and kind,

All kings have another side,

The benevolent ruler who is O' so kind,

And the ruthless conqueror,

Who will show no mercy to his enemies.

So beware you destroyers,

Those who don't care for the mother will get their just reward,

You who believe in power and money,

You who disregard the earth,

And only see what it can do for you,

Those who mock and tarnish nature,

Best pray the earth will show mercy upon you soul,

For he will show none to you.

Beware for every being has a breaking point,

And the protector is both the best,

And the worst nature may offer.

O' destroyers if only you had listened,

If you had taken my warnings to heart,

Perhaps you may have lived.

But no, you ignored and destroyed,

And now the forest shall destroy you,

Can you her him,

The king is coming;

he is stalking you through the woods,

He hungers so.

O' destroyers,

Ye who had such little regard for the creatures you would hunt, And kill.

How the tables have turned,

The king will not stop, he will devour you,

You who would not listen,

We warned you; you mocked us.

And now you will serve a new purpose,

You will feed the king,

The protector of the forest,

That ancient wendigo.

Goldilocks, Goldilocks with your hood so red,

Why did you go to the house that night,

You should have known that grandma was no longer there,

So why Goldilocks did you go in there.

Mama told you to stay on the path and come home,

Not to make a few stops and go into someone else's abode,

O' Goldilocks you should have learned from what happened Before, You were not welcome in that abode.

The wolf may not be there but neither is grandma,

So why Goldilocks did you enter and never return,

You should have know you should have known 

But I suppose it's too late.

Poor, poor, Goldilocks locks shall never come home again.

 I never left you, see I’m right here,

Love I’m still here can't you see me,

I’m standing here waiting,

Just see me.

Look at me!

I’m here!

I never left!

I Love you!

Please, just look at me,

I’m not angry, just see me,

Please just try, I’m here honest,

Just look and see me, I know you can.

Can’t you hear me.

Don’t you want me to be here?

I’m waiting, so please, please look,

Don't forget me, I don't want to go.

I’m sorry, I made you sad,

I didn't mean to go; it was an accident,

But don’t worry I’ll be waiting on you On the other side of that veil.

So live your life, be happy and don't worry,

I will be looking down and watching over you.

I am so, so proud, I just wish I had said so more.

take your time before you come to see me.

I don't want to be seeing you for a long time yet.

Enjoy life and if there is anything I hope I have taught you is that,

Life is short and accidents happen,

That no day is promised so please enjoy,

And live the life you want, let no one drag you down,

And when we meet again tell me all your stories.

Thank you Mary, dear sweet Mary,

Thank you for bringing spring and life back to my home,

For awakening my friends from their deep slumber,

And reminding me of those wonderful spring days so long ago.

It's been so long since anyone has shown us such care,

Not since the misses was last here,

Kind mistress Lilias who would bring the little lord,

Young mister Colin, O' what a sweet boy he was.

They would swing from my branches,

Protected from the sun by my leaves,

With the bird houses hanging from my twigs.

Enclosed in our fairy world,

Hidden behind Ivy vines,

And enclosed by Roses hanging from our branches and climbing the walls,

With snowdrops,

Iris and white Lilies growing from the ground,

Creating a world of magic and flowers.

The rain pours from the clouded sky, 

Gifting my secrete friends with its wondrous surprise,

Can you hear my little friends from where they live outside,

Will you listen to my friends as they applaud the wondrous rain.

You ever wonder why, Well listen to them,

 And they will show their appreciation to the sky,

For giving to them the most wondrous gift of rain.

Pitter patter goes the rain against my lily pad.

Creating a most wondrous tune for me to serenade the miss's,

O Listen please to my croaking song.

Dribble drabble goes the rain against the leaves of my jungle tree,

Hydrating my wondrous skin,won't you watch it gleam.

But beware and look at what my colors mean.

Pitter patter the rain goes against my burrow door.

Telling me it's not time to sleep it's time to go explore,

For the rain will keep things nice and wet,

Perfect for me to leave my burrowed door.

Have you listened, can you hear them rejoicing for the skies gift.